User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-2246928-20170112011210

''"We're to regroup in the square and wait for further orders, troopers!" ''

With the fox's words still echoing in her mind, Blairnoze strolled down the alley into the town square, swinging her spear and whistling a terribly off-key tune as she made her way to the square where she was directed, even after managing to slip away again. She had, admittedly, taken quite a bit longer than she ought to have, and the soldier side of her was grumbling even with the new teeth glistening in her mouth- she'd even gotten rid of the rock, the metal shard (that had always made her mouth bleed far too often for her tastes), and all of the wooden counterfeits- it was all real teeth now!

She brimmed with pride at this aspect of her new life as a fully bone-toothed weaseless, and knew on the inside that it was well worth the telling off she'd likely receive once she got to where she was supposed to be.

''Muckerguts... ''she thought, lifting her free paw in to stroke one of her new chompers. ''They wuz so white tew! I can't wait ter eat wid these byooties! ''